The dragon was hidden deep amongst water and clouds, which made it so that no one would notice it. However, dragons were not like the typical cultivator. Dragons represented justice and kindness, and it was only by being honorable and kind that one could control dragon aura. After all, kind and just thoughts were the key to calming the dragon aura that had gone wild. Wilbur's head was filled with thoughts then, and he felt like he had stumbled upon a secret about the dragon aura. If dragon aura could sense everything within the area it filled, it would be of great help, especially if it could sense cultivators who cast invisibility spells. Wilbur would be able to avoid most of the danger close to him. How could that be achieved, then? Wilbur felt like he definitely did not know enough about dragon aura. He thought back to his time in Cametra, when Paul said that the power of light and the power of destruction came from the middle dimensions and thus used the middle-dimensional la
Wilbur bought a few gifts and followed the address Madam Judy gave him to Ellen's house. He knocked on the door. Ellen saw that it was Wilbur and turned to close the door at once. "Wait!" Wilbur held the door open. "Madam Judy actually told me to come. I know you hate me, but what happened already happened. Besides, I…" "Come in." Ellen let go, and Wilbur pushed the door open. He set the gift down on the floor before saying, "I'm sorry, Ellen." "No, don't be. It's not your fault." Ellen wiped the tears off her face. The truth was that she knew that Howie might be her father, but he had been a terrible one in the last twenty years. All he did was hit and yell at her and her mother. Ellen had even contemplated suicide because of her father before, and she would be dead if Wilbur had not appeared and saved her. Before Wilbur, Ellen had fantasized about running away with her mother many times. Howie's death was an accident, but it undoubtedly freed Ellen and her mother.
Madam Judy looked at Wilbur. "I know you and Ellen are from completely separate worlds but thank you for helping her heal from such a painful time. The thing is, I think Ellen's falling deeper and deeper in love with you. If you're not staying in Migorn, I think it's time you made a decision." Wilbur took a deep breath. "I know, Madam Judy. Thank you for reminding me." The next morning, Wilbur took the first plane out of Migorn. He was nowhere to be found by the time Ellen had woken up, a letter taking his place on the pillow next to hers. Ellen opened the letter, and tears of joy flowed down her face. This relationship had been so sudden, but it had given Ellen many lovely memories that made her ready to start a new life. … Wilbur's plane landed in Korlyn, the capital of Rostead by noon. Wilbur exited the airport and took out his phone to call Kearson's phone. Kearson was the head of the Korlyn City Museum, which housed the seventh dragon cauldron. Rostead was a small coun
Wilbur smiled when he heard Kearson. He said, "Are you free tonight, Mister Kearson? I'm in Korlyn City, and I reserved a table at the Amelia, the five-star hotel. I hope you can come by. Of course, I've prepared some fine wine for you to taste too." "Hm… I'll make time for you since you made such a generous offer. I'll be there at the hotel tonight. I hope you don't let me down, Mister Penn." "Of course." Wilbur hung up and stayed at the Amelia Hotel. After a brief rest, he went to a well-known wine store in Korlyn City and purchased some locally popular wine before returning to the hotel. After making a reservation, he went to his room and meditated while sitting cross-legged. Kearson came by for dinner that night as promised. Wilbur offered Kearson a toast with the wine and Kearson did not refuse the drink. They ate and drank merrily, and finally closed the deal in an amicable manner, with Wilbur purchasing the seventh dragon cauldron with a million dollars. Kearson told Wil
Ever since Wilbur learned about Light Valley in Cametra, he lost interest in the Church of Holy Illuminati. He assumed that the Church of Holy Illuminati had submitted to Light Valley, so they would not attack him under the new world order, after all. However, the appearance of that man proved that something was up. Light Valley probably had a change of mind toward him. Wilbur felt fearful when he realized that. The power that Light Valley commanded was not to be underestimated, after all. Originally, he thought Light Valley would take a year or two before they changed their mind, and at the very least, they would still take half a year before they regarded him as a threat. The effects of what happened in Cametra were quite consequential, after all. It would take at least six months before the world shifted its focus away from Cametra. However, Wilbur did not expect Cametra would choose to make a move on him in such a short time. Wilbur felt lucky that he was overseas. Even if
Kearson instantly frowned when he saw the empty wooden box. He said with an innocent face, "Oh, how could it be? I placed the bronze cauldron inside last night. Why is it gone?" He turned to his assistant and said, "Carter, I told you to keep watch last night. What happened? I can't believe you made such a horrible mistake on such an important matter. How am I going to explain myself to Mister Penn?" Carter also looked innocent to Kearson's scolding. He had stayed up the whole night, after all. He had been surveilling the museum. He said with determination in his eyes, "It's impossible, Mister Kearson. I've been here the whole night. I swear no one entered the museum." Kearson took the wooden box and asked with a displeased face, "If that's the case, explain why it's missing." Carter felt troubled too. The bronze cauldron was missing, after all. However, he was sure that no thief entered the museum because he had been up all night. "I think this may be a misunderstanding, Mis
Wilbur knew that it could not be rushed because there was no use being impatient. He sat cross-legged in his room and meditated. He unleashed his dragon aura, and it soon filled the room. A cauldron levitated in mid-air, and it occasionally absorbed and released dragon aura at his will. Time passed quickly, and it was nighttime in the blink of an eye. Wilbur was adjusting his dragon aura. Suddenly, he saw the man outside the corridor of his room in his mind. With that, Wilbur reabsorbed his dragon aura and transferred them to the cauldron. Wilbur looked at the wall. Meanwhile, the man went through the wall and appeared in front of Wilbur. The man hit the floor with his cane, producing a muffled thud, then pulled down his hat. He had a middle-aged face with silver hair. The man smirked and said softly, "We met again, Mister Penn." Wilbur said, "You escaped rather quickly last night. I wonder why you're here today." There was a cold glint in the man's eyes as he declared angr
"If it's such a good opportunity, why don't you go instead?" "Because you're the chosen one. Only you can go through Wearson Valley. I can help you, of course, but you'll have to pay me for my help." Wilbur sneered coldly. The Black Bishop was overly vague, which proved that he was conspiring against him and hiding his true intentions. "You're a cultivator. I'm afraid it's not possible to pay you with money, right?" The Black Bishop seemed worried as he answered, "That is indeed the case. Actually, I came looking for you for two reasons. Firstly, you're the chosen one of Light Valley. Secondly, my brother entered Wearson Valley on his own six months ago, and he hasn't returned. He's my brother, so I want to look for him. If you find the Light Armor and break the formation, the fog in Wearson Valley will fade away, and then I'll be able to find my brother." "What is your name?" "Tracy. My brother's name is Truman. Please, Mister Penn, you have to help me." "Since you came